Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Visage,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.